"From now on, your name will be Purple Vortex."
The voice, accompanied by the soul connection, reached Purple Vortex's mind. It instantly understood Carlos's meaning.
The vortexes in its pupils stopped for a moment, then continued rotating.
It seemed Purple Vortex had no objections to this name.
"Did it not understand?"
Carlos wasn't quite sure, taking a rather pessimistic view of Purple Vortex's intelligence.
He tried calling out:
"Purple Vortex?"
Purple Vortex immediately nodded, indicating it was listening, though the sand-digging work in its hands didn't stop.
"Good, it understood."
Carlos felt strangely disappointed.
He'd heard that summoned creatures should be over the moon and grateful when given new names by their masters.
Why didn't his one have any reaction?
Suddenly, Purple Vortex's sand-digging stopped. A head appeared in the sand pit.
Then Purple Vortex roughly tore out an eyeball from the head and aimed it at the vortex in its right eye socket.
